User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-1298206-20120405230044/@comment-3135907-20120517204635

A ferret guard named Rakkin sits back and watches the fight, chuckling to his mates nearby. "Hoho, that's a right good tussle. Been many a season since a battle like this, an' wot then? We're all ordered t' sit `ere an' watch. Disgustin', I say." A weasel falls dead beside him with a gurgle, an arrow sticking out of his throat. He jumps back in surprise.